Chapter 3
Jasmine
“Isn’t that right Jazz?” Shit, I was most definitely not paying attention to whatever Lily was saying.
“Right, so there’s three of you. I’m guessing you left the hot sister at home then?”
What the fuck did this douchebag just say to her? “What was that?”
I look between this dick and his friend. His friend has obviously picked up what I’m putting down because at least he has the good grace to look apologetic. Dick, however, in his striped polo shirt, strained over his gut and tucked into his khakis hasn’t quite figured out what danger he may be in.
“I said, did you leave the hot sister at home? I mean, you two are pretty, but you’d be much hotter if you lost 10, maybe 20 pounds.”
“You’re not a prize catch either buddy. Are you worried about size because our weight combined with your gut equals two fat bellies and a short connection?” I watch with growing glee as his face starts getting alarmingly red.
“What did you just say, bitch?” he growls, yeasty beer breath hitting me directly in my face.
Out of the corner of my eye my sister is flagging down the bartender and this guy’s friend tries to pull him back.
He leans in, ranting at me. I may or may not have yelled back.
Oh OK, yes, I yelled back and then made a big song and dance about how small his dick is.
Because come on! With a belly overhang that big it is most definitely covering the goods.
“Those pretty faces are such a fucking waste on fat bitches like you. And to think, I was going to pity fuck your sister,” he spits.
I could blame what happens next on my being tired.
Or on PMS. However, shark week was last week so I have no real motives for why I pull back and punch this guy smack in his doughy, pink face.
Blood explodes out of his nose and he starts making this high-pitched sound, like those camp tea kettles, before he takes a couple of deep breaths, not through his nose though, obviously.
“You broke my nose, you bitch!”
I just smirk at him and shrug my shoulders. He gets in my face again, spitting mad. I draw my fist back once more when a large, warm hand wraps around my wrist. Oh hell no! I whirl in the direction of the man holding me, stopping dead in my tracks.
“Jasmine Davies,” Nitro’s smooth voice comes out on a growl.
My eyes dart to Fox at his side, then back to his dark gaze. “I’ll do anything if you promise not to tell my brother!”
“That fat bitch broke my nose!” Pencil dick whines, shoving me out of the way.
I stumble and can feel myself veering dangerously to the sticky floor. This is gonna suck.
“Oof,” a grunt escapes me as two warm, large hands wrap around my biceps, lifting me as if I don’t weigh nearly as much as I do, depositing me on my feet.
“You OK, sweetheart?” Fox asks gently, chocolate eyes searching my face.
I nod, then turn to hit pencil dick when he calls me a “fat bitch” again.
“Hey, let’s head outside,” Fox says, a smile playing on his lips.
Nitro roughly grips pencil dick, ignoring his complaints as Fox and I follow them through the writhing bodies on the dancefloor, Lily gripping my hand as she joins us.
Nitro mumbles something to Fox, who answers just before he pushes the door open with his foot, leading us into the cool night air.
“She’s crazy, Officer!”
“Deputy,” Nitro’s voice says in a bored tone.
“Oh, Deputy. Anyway, she’s crazy! I bought her fat sister a drink and the next thing I know she’s assaulting me!”
I can’t help the indelicate snort that comes flying out of my nose.
So forceful a snort in fact that it scratches the inside of my throat on its way out and sends me into a coughing fit in front of two hot guys in uniform.
It’s so unfair. I thought they were damned hot in their MC cuts, but in uniform?
Dios mio! I hunch over, coughing like I’m dying but I don’t miss the pitying look Fox gives me as my sister uses her big Hulk hands to pound on my back.
I take a moment, then clear my throat, “OK, Nitro-”
“Deputy Gardiner.”
I stare at him for a moment wondering if he’s serious.
He most definitely is so I roll my eyes and try again.
“OK, Deputy Gardiner, I admit I hit him. But he was being an insufferable douchebag and he called us fat. I then made a statement questioning his weight and he got very aggressive.” I look up at him, wide eyed.
“Very aggressive” Lily butts in “I was terrified he would hurt her.” I see she also has the big eyes on. We learned that from our mother.
“Anyway, I have rather impeccable instincts when danger is afoot so the three karate classes I took when I was nine years old kicked in, and, well, I think you can see what happened” I wave my hand in the direction of chubby polo guy.
God, I can’t believe Lily let him buy her a drink.
She’s sweet, drop-dead gorgeous, and at size 14 she is most definitely not fat.
“Ok, well I think I got everything. I’m not going to charge you with anything. I’m sure you well know in this state it is legal to use reasonable force to defend yourself when you fear for your safety.”
“HER safety? What about mine? That heifer is dangerous!” Dicky McPoloface splutters.
“Sir, may I issue you with a little bit of advice? When you buy a drink for a woman it is in good faith. You are sharing a drink to get to know one another. What you don’t do is buy a woman a drink and then insult her by making comments about her body, especially when those in glass houses shouldn’t throw stones.
Got me? Go on home and put ice on that.” Fox says very professionally and I can’t help but wonder if it’s especially hot out here.
Seeing these guys in this environment is a lot different to how I’m used to seeing them.
Which is usually messing around with the rest of the MC brothers at the DRMC clubhouse.
Because of Vi’s connections and Jules’ ridiculous over-protectiveness since he became a full fledged MC member and she became his Ol Lady, we usually see our sister at the clubhouse.
Or Kaia’s diner. Either way, I know most of the brothers, but not well.
All I really know about Fox and Nitro is that they’re together. And smoking hot.
“Actually, Deputy Ellision, I think I will write up - what’s your name, sir?”
“Chad Michaels.” Pencil Dick McPoloface answers automatically before he lets out a splutter, “Wait, write me up? She’s the one that assaulted me!”
“That was after you were harassing her. I’m writing you a citation for Disorderly Conduct as per Texas Penal Code §42.01 which covers abusive, indecent, profane, or vulgar language in a public place, especially as your actions provoked an immediate breach of the peace.”
Nitro scribbles something down and then with a flourish tears the page from his little book thingy.
He holds it out for pencil dick, who refuses to take it so Nitro stuffs it into his little polo shirt pocket.
He looks like a fat golfer with that pocket over his left man boob.
It’s so funny and hot that I really want to high-five him. Maybe with my boobs or my vagina.
“Miss Davies,” Fox’s warm drawl breaks through my lusty thoughts. “I suggest you also put some ice on that. Do you need me to call you two a ride or anything?”
“No, It’s fine, I don’t drink, so I’m sober driver as per usual.
” I wave him off. “Thank you, Deputies.” I try not to snort.
It’s weird, us all acting like strangers.
I mean, we aren’t friends, but we are acquaintances.
I know their road names and they know everyone in my family.
“Oh, we still need to sort out the other matter.” Fox and Nitro share a look, Nitro’s dark brows pinched.
“You don’t tell my brother, and I’ll drop you off some baking or some bad art or cash in an unmarked envelope. Whatever you want, it’s yours.”
They share a look, before Fox’s gaze holds mine. That doesn’t mean I miss the long look Nitro gives me. He steps closer, leaning in. “Be a good girl and we won’t have to say a word to your brother.”
With a wink he swaggers away. Like a hot, swaggery cowboy or something.
My eyes dart from his perky ass to Fox’s cheeky half grin.
He gives me a long, lazy once over, bites his lip, then spins on his heel, swaggering away just as swaggery as his partner.
Ugh. My ovaries and bits further down throb for the briefest of moments before I get them under control. No, nope. Not going there.
“Well, well, well. That was an interesting way to end the evening. Maybe you should have gotten both their numbers,” Lily pipes up
“Are you nuts? Hot men don’t like banging sick ladies.”
“I wasn’t talking about banging. Although you could definitely do that with them.
I mean, the way they were looking at you was more than just banging.
Maybe you could hang out with them, get to know them.
It’s been a long time since you’ve had someone in your corner.
Not all guys are losers like Gavin. You know it wasn’t your Lupus that made him leave, that was just the excuse he used. ”
“Still, it hurt like a mofo, and the stress brought on a flare. I was sick for a long time after that. I’m not risking it again. No siree Bob. This vagina AND heart is closed to anyone with a penis.”
“Oh, so it’s open for vaginas? Good to know.” I move to slap my sister in the arm but she’s far more agile than me. She deflects the slap and threads her arm through mine, leading us towards my car.
“How’s your hand? You didn’t hurt anything too bad?”
“It’s fine, I used my strong hand.” We both snort at that.
“Come on, this was a bust,” Lily says. “Let’s go to yours, put on Harlot Quinn’s old maternity pants and eat crap.” I raise a brow in her direction. “What? They have superior waistband stretch. Don’t knock it til you try it.”
“Uh huh. How did you get them anyway?”